Winter’s Hunt Poised on tiptoe not a quiver in his pose waiting in silence quiver of arrows brushing his ear; slowly, ever so slowly withdrawing
A Life Worth Living A life worth living was all she said and it stuck in my crawl like a word unsaid unspoken power
Loving the Alien He appeared at my door one day dressed in rags, dirty, smelly grizzled beard, weathered skin he’d seen the worst of society
Both Fictional and Non
plus a teff (a fine grain) of tefillah
Embroiderer, Book Artist and Printmaker
fabric, fiber, stitch: art
..... Mostly about things I create...
Stories and home activities from Eastern Pennsylvania
Books, Writing, & The Cozy Life
Reading books, playing games, doing stuff...
Author Aspiring
Verse and Views
the joy of creativity
Tales of quilting, gardening and cooking from the Kingdom of Chiconia
Sisters in stitches, Quilting together.
The Happy Wordcrafter
Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
...moments of unexpected clarity
A bit of this, a bit of that, the meandering thoughts of a dreamer.
